leg and cabbage

     -for Blaster Al Ackerman

me head yr lap f

olded in its le

aves a wilted ,w

as me aimless fooot m

e rolling off yr l

eg g  g   g    g     g      g       g        g

)saw the foot with

“turd stepped in”

- all them plastic bags ! -

))clotted in your po

cket  (((          )))))so i

waved my shorts in

the summer breeze

...and a grinning at the wall

 

eating wood

jittering at the ton g

ate faucet wheeling t
oward el hor izonte

en tus pan talones

,lengua de lider azco

“where my”  )shshakkin

gg suuggarr ,apt l

og me ter mite wrwr

iggglling down my leg

w ere I saw the wall d

ug up the dirt trid wh

ite an sqsquirming

,..,,,.,..,,...,,.,,,..., .  .   .

...o I dd rank the cc loud y aair...

lungch

intertention ,where my

raking g lance caut

erized the croutons

crushed beneath yr

h chair the spiders

wriggly in your

cor ner with your

pooling blood  .it’s

the questionnaire ,y

our d read ,you

r anus speaking air

chowder ,and gasoline

butt

pulloff ,knocker f

lag the mouldered

hash next that s

tiff stinky egg

.yr hicks yr ,f

ound mussel s

tuck inhide yr

armpit with that

team of ants  .s

ound an oil ,blis

ter an h and a

termite drying on

the sheet                    ∞

when the trickedout wind returned